35: All data are over the limit, Han Lie's terrifying physical values are not terrible
After the sparring session ended, the Teachers made a brief summary on the spot, and then let the students go home. Only Han Lie was kept behind by the Principal.
"Was it okay today?" Han Lie smiled. He and the Principal were quite familiar with each other now.
"More than okay!" Old Principal Huo Kun's fist, as big as a sandbag, popped out a thumb. "You little brat fight exactly like I did when I was young. None of that fancy stuff; people like us only believe in strength!"
"Haha..." Han Lie smiled noncommittally. Looking at the Principal's muscles, he definitely believed in strength when he was young. But Han Lie was absolutely not like that; he simply didn't know anything else.
"Alright!" Huo Kun clapped his hands. "I see you're in good condition. Let's measure your various data and see exactly how strong your body is now."
Hearing this, Han Lie shrugged.
"No problem!"
If an ordinary person came to the Martial Hall alone to use these measuring devices without a membership, it would probably cost a lot of money. Since the school's resources were free, why not use them?
Immediately after, the Principal gave a signal, and a specialized staff member walked over. He then led Han Lie to a room containing only something that looked like a barbell.
The staff member explained with a smile, "Student Han Lie, this instrument is made from the body of an otherworldly creature called 'Du Liang'. Its inherent characteristic is that it gives back the same amount of counter-force as the force you apply, and it shows corresponding deformation. Based on this characteristic, we developed something similar to a barbell, specifically designed to measure a Martial Artist's clean and jerk ability!"
"Oh, oh!" Han Lie nodded repeatedly, thinking how many strange things there were in this world. He also understood why they were specifically measuring his clean and jerk ability, because normally, measuring a Martial Artist's strength should involve measuring their striking ability.
But Han Lie was not normal.
So, following the staff member's instructions, he stepped forward and lifted the barbell-like object. It was exactly as the staff member said; whether it was him exerting force or the force acting on him, the weight of the barbell was exactly the immense force he could clean and jerk. A little more would injure him, and a little less would leave him with energy to spare.
At the same time, the precise instrument next to him displayed one thousand nine hundred and eighty-six kilograms.
"???" Seeing this number, the staff member's eyes widened uncontrollably. If he remembered correctly, the person in front of him should be a third-year high school student. He couldn't help but ask another question:
"Student, are you a Martial Artist?"
Han Lie rotated his wrists. "No, why?"
"No, nothing!"
The staff member gave a stiff smile, knowing his place and not daring to say more. He then took Han Lie to test various other data, including reaction speed, velocity, endurance, and so on.
About an hour later, a detailed data sheet was printed out. The staff member first showed it to Han Lie, who didn't have a specific concept of the numbers, only knowing that compared to his previous life, his current state should be considered non-Human.
He took the sheet and walked out.
He handed it to the waiting Principal.
Then he saw the Old Principal, who was clearly mentally prepared, narrow his pupils uncontrollably after seeing the data on the sheet, and then suck in a breath through gritted teeth.
"Good boy..."
"One thousand nine hundred and eighty-six kilograms?!"
Seeing his expression, Han Lie seemed to understand the Old Principal's inner thoughts. The latter seemed to be questioning himself: "Are you Human?"
"What's wrong? Is it very high?"
Han Lie asked this question, which seemed very humblebragging, but he truly didn't understand. He was simply too busy every day, and it would take some time to catch up on these common life facts.
"...More than just high!"
Huo Kun didn't hide anything, but seeing that it was already late, he said, "Let's go, I'll drive you home, and I'll analyze your data for you on the way!"
"Okay!" Han Lie naturally accepted.
He got into the Principal's customized Land Rover. According to the latter, even a cannon couldn't overturn it. Of course, cannons weren't considered a big deal in this world either; it was just an apt metaphor.
After getting in the car,
The Old Principal drove with one hand, holding the data sheet in the other, glancing at the road conditions while also glancing at Han Lie. "Sometimes I really suspect you're an alien creature. Do you know the strength limit for an ordinary Martial Apprentice?"
Han Lie pretended to think for a moment. He only knew that the weightlifting record in his previous life was 260 kilograms. The physical quality of people in this world was greatly enhanced, but it shouldn't be much higher.
"Four or five hundred?"
"Three hundred kilograms!"
The Principal said, "A Martial Apprentice who has undergone one bone tempering, through scientific training and rigorous practice, can snatch and lift 300 kilograms of heavy objects!"
"What about three times?"
"After three bone temperings, the body's foundation is greatly enhanced, but the increase in strength isn't as significant as people imagine. Generally speaking, the strength of a Celestial Pride with three bone temperings is around 800 kilograms!"
"That's still impressive!" Han Lie nodded slightly. "800 kilograms compared to 300 kilograms, purely in terms of strength, is several orders of magnitude stronger. The gap between a genius and an ordinary person is truly as vast as a chasm!"
"?" The Principal gave him a look, clearly saying, 'How dare you say something like that? You little brat are really good at pretending!'
He really wanted to yank the steering wheel and let the latter know why flowers were so red, saying somewhat speechlessly:
"And the strength of a normal Martial Artist starts at around 1000 kilograms. So are you really Human? You're just a Martial Apprentice who hasn't even undergone three bone temperings, yet your strength is already higher than a Martial Artist. Doesn't that mean 99% of the freshmen at ordinary Martial Arts Universities can't even arm wrestle you??"
"So what!"
Han Lie shrugged indifferently. "Do you really think I'm eating dirt? I'm a genius cultivated with rare treasures. How much money did that cost? Shouldn't I be stronger?"
"How much money?!"
The Principal got even more angry when he heard this, pressing the accelerator and making a buzzing sound. "To put it bluntly, your expenses for the past half month probably haven't cost as much as these few presses of the accelerator!"
Han Lie wanted to retort.
After thinking about it carefully, damn, it was true.
Most of the money he spent on snacks was paid by the school, and he spent a small portion himself, basically not exceeding two hundred yuan. The fuel in the Principal's car wasn't ordinary gasoline either, and the price was probably not cheap.
"And your speed..."
"100 meters in 5.3 seconds, are you Human?"
"And your endurance... Holy cow, why don't you get out and run with the car?"
"And your body recovery speed, Qi and blood recovery speed, hemoglobin production speed... Are you truly Human, I ask you?"
"?" Han Lie was really too lazy to bother with him. The Principal's words weren't questioning if he was Human; they were begging him to please act like a Human.
"Am I Human?"
Han Lie quietly searched for a line of text.
"Rú jiǎ bāo huàn" (If it is fake, it will be replaced), a Chinese idiom, means: If it's fake, we'll exchange it for you. It's a slogan used in shops, meaning 'it must be real'. It comes from Wu Jianren's "The Strange Cases of the Last Twenty Years" (Strange Situations Witnessed in the Past Twenty Years), Chapter 5, Qing Dynasty.
"............."
Huo Kun was frustrated because he found that even when he was young, compared to Han Lie, he couldn't even compare a single hair.
He had seen countless geniuses,
But this kind was the first time he had seen.
No technique, just raw stats.
.............
Towards the end, the Old Principal was too lazy to say anything more. He found that every piece of data was a blow to him. Teachers were indeed proud to teach excellent students, but... he hadn't taught anything, yet the student was terrifyingly strong, and he also discovered—
He couldn't understand it.
This feeling was a bit uncomfortable.
He finally managed to drive Han Lie home. From a distance, he saw a girl waiting under the street lamp. When the girl saw Han Lie, her eyes immediately lit up. The Old Principal opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
"...Forget it!"
Early romance was a big taboo for Martial Apprentices, but... what if Han Lie told him that messing around with women could also increase his Qi and blood?